Sometimes I think i over-think.. It’s like my mind wont stop and I can’t get anything done. Right now i’m thinking and I can’t even get my thoughts out. I hope I improve at this thing…
He thinks a lot but he doesn’t want to anymore. Just thinking won’t get him anywhere. He can slave over what he can do and should do all he wants but in the end, all that matters is what he will do.
I think that there are tons of things that I need to learn. I think that I have come a long way and grown so much in the past year, but there is still more that I need to learn. I think that there is life on other planets. I believe that we can be our own gods, that maybe our afterlife is whatever we believe it to be.For instance, if you believe in heaven you get to go to heaven.
D
You said that you’ll call me as soon as you know but you can’t because in the millisecond it takes for you to press that button with the finger of one hand you’re with the knowledge of what happened and it’s before and without me. So when the dog gets put down and the kids are at the dentist getting their teeth cleaned and I’m at work, sipping shitty coffee and wondering how the hell today will end, know that I already know.
I sometimes wonder if people ever consider the way thoughts happen. I used to think I was schizophrenic when I was little because I only knew that the word meant and never realized that the voices inside my head were just me thinking. I’d tell myself again and again, “Stop talking to me, stop talking to me.”
“I think its a tsunami!” he said, as the tide rolled back down the beach like water draining from a bath. “Run!” I replied.
tonykeyesjapan
To think is to expand one’s mind. When we think we question concepts, situations, and even the most personal parts of our lives. To think is uniquely human. It separates man from beast. Some say thinking inhibits humanity, but in my THINKING mind, it expands us.
Don’t think, just act. Don’t speak, just listen. Don’t breathe, just plead. All these things wrapped up in a sticky, sticky cinnamon roll you can’t swallow. The sugary spikes your palate and chills your spine, and you shudder, shudder from the intake. Don’t forget – your vocabulary’s too much. Tone it down. Simmer. Stir. Serve. Cold.
Belinda Roddie
I guess I’m told I think too much. I think about good things like stuff I’ll do in the future and my future as a famous writer or whatever I end up becoming. But I think about bad stuff too. Stuff like what it’ll be like when my parents are gone or if anyone would be sad if I just disappeared. Stuff like what the world would be like after a war or if I could rise up to an occasion when I am needed to. I’m usually disappointing myself in my mind
Anonymous
“I once believed that if I thought enough I wouldn’t end up in situations that a naive person would end up in. Those difficult “between a boulder and a hard place” situations. Now that I look, it caused me a lot of hardship-it’s depressing, always thinking like that. And not always realistic, always living in my head. Awareness. That’s the opposite of what I had done and what brings me back to life and gives me balance,”
I stop and think for a moment. What am I doing? Am I really willing to go this far over one woman? I look down at the knife clenched in my right hand and grimace. My grip tightens until my knuckles turn white. I recall the look of horror that was on her face as she cried in my arms, broken. I think yes, she’s worth it, and that bastard is going to pay.
overlordy
think again of the time we spend together forever in your minds we find happiness in this meaning this idea, this hope, blink again to rhyme for no reason if even apart never in season
thinking brings tears at times and ideas at best.
I think and I think of so many things but whether I
act
is what bothers me.
I think perhaps I think too much.
I think perhaps I’m doing so now.
I think… I should stop thinking and get some sleep.
But that’s easier said than done
Audrey Clark
She thought about him. She thought about his kisses, his love, his affection. She thought about how she missed him.But more importantly, the ache in her chest forced her to think about his future. Where he would go for college? What type of man he would become? Whether his dreams ever become as bis as his heart? Because now she knew they couldn’t be. But by then, she hoped they would have become.
I think the worst part about all this
is that I don’t even know what I did wrong.
I don’t even know what I did to deserve this.
Maybe I’m just not meant to be happy.
Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be.
Maybe I was destined to be miserable.
Maybe I’m cursed.
Something I don’t do a lot. I’ll just run into things without exploring the possible aftermath that will forever haunt me in my afternoon naps and my midnight bathroom trips.
Molly
What if we hadn’t taken the time to think? What if we hadn’t allowed our brains to work so hard on what our hearts already had under control? What if we had let the feelings trump the thoughts, had let our souls keep discovering what our minds could never be capable of understanding?
Kiley
I can’t. I’m too stoned. Oh Wait! I’m thinking about a plane flying over my head and peanut better and jelly sandwiches. I want milk. I’m a great person. I tell myself that every day.
Brent
Think before you speak, before you move, before you decide. If you just jump it could be your last jump and who could stomach the thought of that. Think about it!
Risque Luke
We all think of various things to do everyday. Thinking is the process that progressed society from the darkness to the light and now back to the darkness again. Think, think and that will prevent you from sinking.
Venkat
I’m fairly certain that I’m dreaming when I open my eyes to find myself twelve years old again, small and underfed. At least I think I am. The street I’m standing on is familiar, though—a place from a long-ago trip to Morocco. Whitewashed walls with equidistant blue doors extend in either direction. I can smell enough of the ocean in this alleyway to know where I am, even though the sunlight is fading faster than I can walk. The air is completely still and not a sound breaks the silence, and therein lies the problem. This seaside city is normally alive and seething with sound: the pounding of waves, the chatter of tourists, the bustle of the nocturnal marketplaces. So when the alley ends sooner than it is supposed to, I know what the city wants me to do. I climb up the nearest wall, face the rocky Atlantic, and ask for its attention.
Essaouira leans in around me, attentive, but what I say isn’t really worthy of being a secret:
I feel a lot of pressure to me more philosophical than I really am. Who cares how Kant’s philosophy applies to the way I order my latte in the morning? I often ask others to justify their behaviors, and I expect the same of myself. But I rarely just sit and think. Though should be a tool that guides action.
Emily
In the palm of my hand
There is a bookworm
Who has been evicted from the space between Chapter One and page 3
And relocated to the fleshy curves of my right ring finger
He’s thinking about what had just happened. Just sitting next to his dog, having no idea what just transpired. It was unbelievable to imagine something of this nature could ever occur.
Eric Grisanti
I think right now is a bad thime ot think. I have so many negative htings on my mind. Lost friends, workload, pending internships. Aargh. Too much to think. and i dont want to think. It kinda sucks to have to think about so much.
Yuhina
The power of thought is a magnificent curse.
Jessica
India Bike Week was one hell of an event that happened last weekend. But i think the money for the event was given by Harley Davidson. The reason i think this way is, everywhere there were only Harley flags.In fact, there was special parking space only for Harley motorcycles. So a friend of mine was right. From next year, it will be only a harley event and no one else will be allowed. Only 850 harleys from all over India will enjoy the hill top sunny area.
travellerinmotion
yes, carter. think is the word of the day.
Teresa
Sometimes it seems I don’t do enough thinking. Other times I cannot find the off switch to this brain that goes on and on like the Energizer bunny. I want the world to stop spinning and offer up silence so I can sit and think. Think something for once that might actually change the world.
swirls of images, blizzards of words, a whirlpool of memories and ideas, oh so many ideas.
hopes and worries, concern, passion, and love all meshed together.
Teresa
I think he’s the one. In fact, I’m pretty sure. Even after all we’ve gone through, even after dealing with problems and his family strife, we’re still close, no matter what has occurred. It’s amazing, phenomenal, incredible beyond belief. I know we love each other, and think it’s meant to be. :)
Sara Z
There is always one thing in a persons life that they struggle with on a daily basis; it could be the simplest thing like buttoning up your shirt, or putting your bed sheets on inside out. Of course there are things that people will excel in as well, however they are not focused on what those are. How is it when the one you love is gone, do you begin to remember everything you hate about yourself? Perhaps the sole purpose of them being in your life is for the confidence they give you and you give them. Maybe that is why the two are a perfect match. Or that is all bullshit. Happiness should come from within, but when ones mind is full of self hate, how can anyone ever love them?
Are there any other words besides think? Or is that the word of the day? Will someone please answer my questions? I beg of thee. I am so lost. I’ve written three completely different stories about think already. When do i get a new word? OH times up
Thinking. About. You. That’s all I can do. You can’t stop me. It’s been going on for too long. There’s nothing you can do about it. There’s no on off button that will magically erase you from my memory. That’s not how it works. Hate to break it to you, but no. You’re stuck.
I don’t like to think any more. I like to have that done for me nowadays, I play video games instead of read. Video games are so streamlined nowadays. No need to think, just react. I think it’s because I’ve given up on life. I’m waiting to die. But I’m still pretty young so that might take a while.
Jason
“To think is to live. Where would we be without thought? Apes. That’s what!”
I once had a professor that spoke this to our class. But there’s more to it than that, isn’t there? If not least of all because the “where” is answered by a “what.” The verbiage throws me off. Guess, I think too much.
Everyone thinks. We use our brain every second of the day. Thinking helps us get through the day.
katie
A tiny drop
Can turn into a stream
And then a river
An ocean
It can turn into a giant wave
That swallows you whole
And then it burns
It starts in the center of your head
and slowly drips down
Until there is a line of fire
That ends at your belly button
And circles you
And engulfs you
The fire then freeze’s you
So you can not move
And then just when you feel like dying
It turns into a breath
That fills you with life
and then condenses into a single drop
Of you
Okay, so the instructions of this whole establishment is not to think…just to write. You know, it’s kind of difficult to not think about stuff when you word is thinking. Way to be ironic website, way to be…
Sometimes I think i over-think.. It’s like my mind wont stop and I can’t get anything done. Right now i’m thinking and I can’t even get my thoughts out. I hope I improve at this thing…
He thinks a lot but he doesn’t want to anymore. Just thinking won’t get him anywhere. He can slave over what he can do and should do all he wants but in the end, all that matters is what he will do.
I think that there are tons of things that I need to learn. I think that I have come a long way and grown so much in the past year, but there is still more that I need to learn. I think that there is life on other planets. I believe that we can be our own gods, that maybe our afterlife is whatever we believe it to be.For instance, if you believe in heaven you get to go to heaven.
You said that you’ll call me as soon as you know but you can’t because in the millisecond it takes for you to press that button with the finger of one hand you’re with the knowledge of what happened and it’s before and without me. So when the dog gets put down and the kids are at the dentist getting their teeth cleaned and I’m at work, sipping shitty coffee and wondering how the hell today will end, know that I already know.
Sleep. Dream. Awaken. Think. Overthink. Smoke. Relax. Epiphany. Munch. Smoke. Sleep. Dream. Awaken..
I sometimes wonder if people ever consider the way thoughts happen. I used to think I was schizophrenic when I was little because I only knew that the word meant and never realized that the voices inside my head were just me thinking. I’d tell myself again and again, “Stop talking to me, stop talking to me.”
“I think its a tsunami!” he said, as the tide rolled back down the beach like water draining from a bath. “Run!” I replied.
To think is to expand one’s mind. When we think we question concepts, situations, and even the most personal parts of our lives. To think is uniquely human. It separates man from beast. Some say thinking inhibits humanity, but in my THINKING mind, it expands us.
Don’t think, just act. Don’t speak, just listen. Don’t breathe, just plead. All these things wrapped up in a sticky, sticky cinnamon roll you can’t swallow. The sugary spikes your palate and chills your spine, and you shudder, shudder from the intake. Don’t forget – your vocabulary’s too much. Tone it down. Simmer. Stir. Serve. Cold.
I guess I’m told I think too much. I think about good things like stuff I’ll do in the future and my future as a famous writer or whatever I end up becoming. But I think about bad stuff too. Stuff like what it’ll be like when my parents are gone or if anyone would be sad if I just disappeared. Stuff like what the world would be like after a war or if I could rise up to an occasion when I am needed to. I’m usually disappointing myself in my mind
“I once believed that if I thought enough I wouldn’t end up in situations that a naive person would end up in. Those difficult “between a boulder and a hard place” situations. Now that I look, it caused me a lot of hardship-it’s depressing, always thinking like that. And not always realistic, always living in my head. Awareness. That’s the opposite of what I had done and what brings me back to life and gives me balance,”
I stop and think for a moment. What am I doing? Am I really willing to go this far over one woman? I look down at the knife clenched in my right hand and grimace. My grip tightens until my knuckles turn white. I recall the look of horror that was on her face as she cried in my arms, broken. I think yes, she’s worth it, and that bastard is going to pay.
think again of the time we spend together forever in your minds we find happiness in this meaning this idea, this hope, blink again to rhyme for no reason if even apart never in season
thinking brings tears at times and ideas at best.
I think and I think of so many things but whether I
act
is what bothers me.
I think perhaps I think too much.
I think perhaps I’m doing so now.
I think… I should stop thinking and get some sleep.
But that’s easier said than done
She thought about him. She thought about his kisses, his love, his affection. She thought about how she missed him.But more importantly, the ache in her chest forced her to think about his future. Where he would go for college? What type of man he would become? Whether his dreams ever become as bis as his heart? Because now she knew they couldn’t be. But by then, she hoped they would have become.
I think the worst part about all this
is that I don’t even know what I did wrong.
I don’t even know what I did to deserve this.
Maybe I’m just not meant to be happy.
Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be.
Maybe I was destined to be miserable.
Maybe I’m cursed.
Something I don’t do a lot. I’ll just run into things without exploring the possible aftermath that will forever haunt me in my afternoon naps and my midnight bathroom trips.
What if we hadn’t taken the time to think? What if we hadn’t allowed our brains to work so hard on what our hearts already had under control? What if we had let the feelings trump the thoughts, had let our souls keep discovering what our minds could never be capable of understanding?
I can’t. I’m too stoned. Oh Wait! I’m thinking about a plane flying over my head and peanut better and jelly sandwiches. I want milk. I’m a great person. I tell myself that every day.
Think before you speak, before you move, before you decide. If you just jump it could be your last jump and who could stomach the thought of that. Think about it!
We all think of various things to do everyday. Thinking is the process that progressed society from the darkness to the light and now back to the darkness again. Think, think and that will prevent you from sinking.
I’m fairly certain that I’m dreaming when I open my eyes to find myself twelve years old again, small and underfed. At least I think I am. The street I’m standing on is familiar, though—a place from a long-ago trip to Morocco. Whitewashed walls with equidistant blue doors extend in either direction. I can smell enough of the ocean in this alleyway to know where I am, even though the sunlight is fading faster than I can walk. The air is completely still and not a sound breaks the silence, and therein lies the problem. This seaside city is normally alive and seething with sound: the pounding of waves, the chatter of tourists, the bustle of the nocturnal marketplaces. So when the alley ends sooner than it is supposed to, I know what the city wants me to do. I climb up the nearest wall, face the rocky Atlantic, and ask for its attention.
Essaouira leans in around me, attentive, but what I say isn’t really worthy of being a secret:
“I’m not where I belong.”
I feel a lot of pressure to me more philosophical than I really am. Who cares how Kant’s philosophy applies to the way I order my latte in the morning? I often ask others to justify their behaviors, and I expect the same of myself. But I rarely just sit and think. Though should be a tool that guides action.
In the palm of my hand
There is a bookworm
Who has been evicted from the space between Chapter One and page 3
And relocated to the fleshy curves of my right ring finger
He’s thinking about what had just happened. Just sitting next to his dog, having no idea what just transpired. It was unbelievable to imagine something of this nature could ever occur.
I think right now is a bad thime ot think. I have so many negative htings on my mind. Lost friends, workload, pending internships. Aargh. Too much to think. and i dont want to think. It kinda sucks to have to think about so much.
The power of thought is a magnificent curse.
India Bike Week was one hell of an event that happened last weekend. But i think the money for the event was given by Harley Davidson. The reason i think this way is, everywhere there were only Harley flags.In fact, there was special parking space only for Harley motorcycles. So a friend of mine was right. From next year, it will be only a harley event and no one else will be allowed. Only 850 harleys from all over India will enjoy the hill top sunny area.
yes, carter. think is the word of the day.
Sometimes it seems I don’t do enough thinking. Other times I cannot find the off switch to this brain that goes on and on like the Energizer bunny. I want the world to stop spinning and offer up silence so I can sit and think. Think something for once that might actually change the world.
swirls of images, blizzards of words, a whirlpool of memories and ideas, oh so many ideas.
hopes and worries, concern, passion, and love all meshed together.
I think he’s the one. In fact, I’m pretty sure. Even after all we’ve gone through, even after dealing with problems and his family strife, we’re still close, no matter what has occurred. It’s amazing, phenomenal, incredible beyond belief. I know we love each other, and think it’s meant to be. :)
There is always one thing in a persons life that they struggle with on a daily basis; it could be the simplest thing like buttoning up your shirt, or putting your bed sheets on inside out. Of course there are things that people will excel in as well, however they are not focused on what those are. How is it when the one you love is gone, do you begin to remember everything you hate about yourself? Perhaps the sole purpose of them being in your life is for the confidence they give you and you give them. Maybe that is why the two are a perfect match. Or that is all bullshit. Happiness should come from within, but when ones mind is full of self hate, how can anyone ever love them?
Are there any other words besides think? Or is that the word of the day? Will someone please answer my questions? I beg of thee. I am so lost. I’ve written three completely different stories about think already. When do i get a new word? OH times up
Thinking. About. You. That’s all I can do. You can’t stop me. It’s been going on for too long. There’s nothing you can do about it. There’s no on off button that will magically erase you from my memory. That’s not how it works. Hate to break it to you, but no. You’re stuck.
I don’t like to think any more. I like to have that done for me nowadays, I play video games instead of read. Video games are so streamlined nowadays. No need to think, just react. I think it’s because I’ve given up on life. I’m waiting to die. But I’m still pretty young so that might take a while.
“To think is to live. Where would we be without thought? Apes. That’s what!”
I once had a professor that spoke this to our class. But there’s more to it than that, isn’t there? If not least of all because the “where” is answered by a “what.” The verbiage throws me off. Guess, I think too much.
Everyone thinks. We use our brain every second of the day. Thinking helps us get through the day.
A tiny drop
Can turn into a stream
And then a river
An ocean
It can turn into a giant wave
That swallows you whole
And then it burns
It starts in the center of your head
and slowly drips down
Until there is a line of fire
That ends at your belly button
And circles you
And engulfs you
The fire then freeze’s you
So you can not move
And then just when you feel like dying
It turns into a breath
That fills you with life
and then condenses into a single drop
Of you
And then it repeats
All you can do is lay there
And think
Okay, so the instructions of this whole establishment is not to think…just to write. You know, it’s kind of difficult to not think about stuff when you word is thinking. Way to be ironic website, way to be…